Barstool Philly Invades The 2016 Wing Bowl

The Wing Bowl: The one event that reinforces every single negative Philadelphian stereotype for 24 years and counting. Because there’s nothing like a gaggle of 20K+ degenerates taking off work to get hammered at 4am in frostbite temperatures. All solely to watch the morning shift strippers and a couple competitive eaters puke all over themselves. I’m not saying I’m proud about it (in fact it’s the exact opposite feeling), but it is what it is. Maybe if they’d throw us a championship more than once every 30 years this wouldn’t be necessary. RIP our boy Skin & Bones after that yackage.

And your damn right I’m beating that bull in a best of 7. That is if it doesn’t kill me first. That supposed Chernin health plan can’t kick in soon enough.